Cocaine Blues - Woody Guthrie, Johnny Cash (a REQUESTED ukulele tutorial by MUJ)

Ukulele tutorial for Cocaine Blues, by Woody Guthrie, 1944; although this arrangement follows the cover by Johnny Cash, 1968; performed/taught here on ukulele by Marco D.
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VERSES:
Early one mornin while makin the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Laid in the hot joints takin the pill
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You’re the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you’ve got a warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin bout a half past nine
I spied a sheriff comin down the line
Hopped and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty hack into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can’t forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
OUTRO:
Come on you’ve gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey - and let that - cocaine - be